I stand on a bridge that is narrow and long.
It uneasily sways in the air.
It crosses a chasm to where I belong,
And I should now cross, if I dare.

What lies ahead I'm not able to see.
Shrouded by fog, it's unclear.
I can continue to my destiny,
If I do so, I'll face what I fear.

What's left behind I know all too well.
A life where I hide what I feel.
I cannot return to that foreboding hell,
For that side of me isn't real

I stand on a bridge in my solitude,
While confusion abounds in my brain.
How do I know what I should conclude
When whatever I choose causes pain?

I stand here in silence, in my desperation,
A tear trickles down from my eye.
I can't understand how I'm in this position,
And no-one will tell me why!

Which way should I travel? This choice I bemoan.
Should I just move backwards and hide?
Should I start to go forward and face the unknown?
Or should I just step off the side?

                            This poem is so very beautiful Tiffanie.  Don't ever step off the side, take tiny steps till the fog clears. It is beautiful on the other side.




beth

Beth,

You always seem to say the right thing.  You are very kind and compassionate.  Thank you.

We all feel that way sometimes.
It great how you can express your feelings in poetry.

Hang in their Tiffanie and keep moving forward one small step at a time.

We are with you.

Jillieann